a tribute to death

a tribute to death

if theres really something that makes me write, its these things: depression, boredom, extreme happiness and death.

just a this evening, i was watching the news when the photo of rio diaz came up. she was dead. she was battling colon cancer for years now.

i followed her story through the documentaries and the interviews made for her. while watching, i cant help admiring her courage and strength amidst all the pains, both physically and mentally, she has been through. what made me admire her most is the fact that she never stopped smiling and praising the Lord for everything. truly a christian optimist personified.

when i think about it what is in her spirit that made her say all those things? what goes on in her mind when death looms just outside her doorstep? how did she prepare for her death? did she receive death with open arms? how can all these seem to be so easy for her?

i guess, no one can ever deny that she is a faithful christian. whatever happens, theres a reason. and all these has a season. FAITH. how can i say that i have faith when i see motherless children roaming the streets? when everyday i see poverty? when i see good persons suffer? when i myself have demons to fight?

she accepted death like it was just a day that would pass. truly, it did came to pass. she went away like a candle in the wind. she faded like a sunset - slowly yet inspiring. ACCEPTANCE. how can we accept the things that happen to us? how can i accept that we are just going through this life to go through all the troubles and pains and joys and fun and all those things but ultimately just lead to death?

she prepared for her death. literally and figuratively. she told her children that one day soon, shell be gone. that they wouldnt have a mother as caring, lovely and strong like her? PREPARATION. how can we prepare for life? whats on the edge of things? how can i prepare myself for the fact that someday, all the people i care for will be gone?

she did accept death with open arms. though on her deathbed, she did ask for one more day. nonetheless, she received death. how i admire her. imagine after remission, she went back to the same thing again.
i guess what matters is not how high you rise but how you rise after you fall. flying high is great. imagine touching the clouds with your nose and feeling the breeze under your arms.. but when you fall. its hard. especially when youre flying oh so high. but surviving that fall is even more difficult. and i just admire the people who do. my mom is such a good example. and i would like to end this post by just saying, i love my mom.